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a cup of coffee, a cosy
old sofa and a little rain
drizzling outside. what
else do you need?
oh right, probably this
little compilation of
imagination.
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POETRY DUMP
zahi (2020-21)
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D R U G A D D I C T
'Twas only a few minutes Already the loss felt heavy in my chest The need to feel defeated me The need to see defeated me
'Twas only a few seconds But already I caved in to desire The urge to dig into the darkness To embrace it
'Twas only a few milliseconds I held it to my chest They asked me, "Why don't you want to let go?" The answer was, " I can't. "
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Yo humans, just a teeny weeny poem. No I'm NOT talking about an actual dug tho it could be that too. This is more metaphorical and you can relate this to anything. Lot of us struggle with a closeness or addiction to a particular something special so I whipped up something about it. I'm still an amateur writer but I hope my words mean something to you. -Zahi 💕
